The Stained Papers

The Quill positioned in the knot of my fingers,

Shall transform these papers into my letters,

Letters I shall never post, Letters I shall never read,

Letters I shall write until this Quill refuses to pay heed,

Until the Quill runs out of ink to put stains on these papers,

And my tears absorb on them, instead of subliming into vapors.

via Daily Prompt: Quill

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